Based on my initial research (read:Wikipedia), I was not yet able to discern whether those with the ability listed in the title of this post were immune to such provincial ailments as allergies. It is probably tempting fate to believe that anyone could escape a condition so frighteningly large in scope; therefore, hubris is totally kicking my ass right now (Even going so far as to erase parts of my original post, which I think is taking it a bit far, as I never claimed I knew a thing about html codes or whatnot.)

It is 6 am here, and I haven’t really slept all night. I could list my symptoms for you, but that doesn’t really sound like compelling reading. Suffice it to say that when I put them into WedMD, 20 conditions came up, including whooping cough and foreign object in the nose. That’s right. In case you weren’t aware. Anyway, that function of the site is pretty hilarious if you want to kill some time. After all, if you are, oh say, bleeding from the eye, staring at the nearest computer screen should be your first move.

Back to my problem, as compelling as it is. Seriously though, and this is probably induced by watching the House season finale tonight, I am baffled as to which allergens are attacking me. See, I was sneezing fairly often for about a week or two before I came to Buenos Aires. And it didn’t start really bothering me until last night. I tried changing my nose stud last week, to no avail. I wouldn’t think that the allergens are environmental, as these are environments in two different continents! What hates me enough to make my whole face and throat ache just when we were going to go out drinking? (And to your right, you will see Kira Snyder, frequently known for being typecast as the long-suffering victim. Do play your tiny violins for her).

Wow. I need to make more sense. Oh! There are plenty of 24 hour pharmacies in this city, or at least the chain Farmacity (too cute!) has plenty of them. Of course, I haven’t gone yet, but I may have to force Max as soon as dawn breaks. And I am really hoping he can find some soup. I have noticed a lack of soup on menus in restaurants so far, and I loves me some soup. Speaking of food, we went to the market yesterday morning (when I was feeling perfectly fine!) and bought a loaf of bread, three rolls, and two little croissants (medialunas! again, way too cute for words) for 5 pesos, a bunch of bananas and 6 really little plums for 6 pesos, and erm, some other things that I would have to wake up Max for the cost. It is a really cool market, with separate stands for fruit, bread, meat, cheese, etc. And then we put our items in the baskets on the front of our bright orange bikes and took them back to the apartment. It was ever so charming. Before “allergies” made it so I can’t go one minute before needing another tissue. Sigh.